I have one question.
Can you tell I’m lying?
It dosen’t look like inside I’m dying?
Well i am.
On the outside I’m “Yes mam, Yes sir”
On the inside I’m ignoring the world.
Cause really, I’m that type of girl.
I laugh for hours around them.
That I’ve worn would be my mask.
So I don’t have to hear the questions that they ask.
Thats my way of coping.
But inside I’m moping.
So, i have one more question.
Do you understand now?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetryHey, this Is a collection of poetry I've been writing since 2010. I promise it's better toward the end, being that's my more recent stuff. So feel welcome to skip forward, read it backwards or whatever you'd like:)
